Pumpkin Spice : Dream car?
………….I swoon over many different cars my dude… For instance:
I would love to have one of these, but unfortunately the cars I like aren’t very fuel efficient or within my budget :c
pumpkin spice!
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Mischief
J’hasi seems a lot calmer and more confident, a smile on his face that can easily shift into a smirk if his mischief involves antagonizing someone he doesn’t particularly like. His ears are relaxed, eyes soft, he stands up straighter, shoulders back and his tail is usually curled behind him, showing a self-confidence that isn’t displayed all that often. Depending on situation, sometimes his hands are held behind his back, holding onto his forearms to support them.
With those he’s close with, his smiles and occasional smirks are more teasing, usually smirking more with those he’s very close with, while his more vindictive smirks are saved for when he gets the better of those who usually set him on edge or irritate. With the more vindictive smirks and a few grins, his brows often furrow usually when whatever he’s planned goes off without a hitch and he’s left to gloat for a moment or two before trotting off.
nordicdragonborn:
Wow, he really should have said something earlier. “I um, I was going to say I was sorry for what I said?”
It was only recently that the man had realized that what he had said before was rude and hoped he could quell any harsh feelings, things weren’t going according to plan. “Is now not a good time or?..”
The Khajiit’s tail slowed from agitated swishes to a gentle curl behind his legs, a brow slowly rising at the ‘apology’. Green eyes stared, unblinking as J’hasi took a moment to silently debate. No, he didn’t really have anywhere pressing to be at the moment, but did he really want to have this conversation, now or ever? He frowned, huffing a quiet sigh through his nose, a stubborn set to his jaw.
“If that’s what passes for an apology where you come from, I’m not sure it is. Could you be a little more clear? Because it sounds to me that you were going to ask permission to apologize.”
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The brief brush of something against his ear made him tense briefly, but tilting his head up and spotting a familiar face made him relax with a smile. The Khajiit slowly reached up to feel what was still touching his ear, finding the soft petals of what smelled like a flower. J’hasi looked at his friend as she settled down on the pew next to him, armed with a familiar book. A quiet purr was used in lieu of words to show his appreciation for the small gift. He didn’t want to break the quiet of the temple with words just yet.
❦ [Trond, who else?]
❦ For a sweet
J’hasi pulled his hood down over his ears as he walked down the street in a futile attempt to muffle the guard’s constant chattering, grumbling until he realized he was clenching his teeth so hard it was giving him a headache. He stopped dead in his tracks, whipping around to stare down the Nord for a few moments before pulling his pack down off a shoulder. The Khajiit shoved a hand inside, digging around until he plucked a sweetroll from the messy confines and stuffed it into their mouth with a huff.
“Here’s your His-…godsdamned sweetroll! Go bother someone else for a while, yeah?” he snapped.
Under Saarthal – Icarus/J’hasi
The rocky looking structure was enough to make the Thalmor agent a bit uneasy as he made an anxious beeline to the end of the rotten-looking stairway. The air was stagnant enough to make Icarus gag a couple times on dust and the gross humidity that took over the excavation site. The Dunmer lass and the Nord beast seemed to be just as unsettled by the place as he was, though he took an interest in the lighter-colored Khajiit’s mentioning of artifacts.
After all, this was an ancient and abandoned city. There was bound to be goods here and there.
Especially if there were wards present as Tolfdir had mentioned earlier.
Icarus managed to spot a few trinkets here and there, mostly smaller soul gems and other insignificant gems that most likely belonged to some of the burial urns. But hey, they were dead, not like they needed them anyways.
Besides, these were filthy human dogs. These artifacts were better off in the hands of a superiorly bred mer, such as himself. Icarus blew the dust off a soul gem, only to be hacking up the dust that had flown into his face, stinging his eyes and irritating his nose.
Rubbing his eyes and snorting his nose, Icarus caught a glimpse of Toldir talking to the other Khajiit. Though if he was sending the Khajiit somewhere, surely there had to be some sort of goods there, yes? The young justiciar gave a small smirk before deciding to tail the darker khajiit.
Time for some investigation, yes?
Finding Gane proved to be a simple task; among the dust and chill of the ruin their warm scent stood out easily. They seemed calm for the most part, giving him instruction to ‘look around in the chambers just north of here’ before asking him to be careful.
The way they talked to him, the Khajiit was getting the impression that people assumed he’d blow the whole place up if left unchecked. It made him feel like a hatchling. He offered the man a brief smile before walking off, the grin quickly shifting into a slight grimace once he was out of torchlight.
J’hasi poked around in the room ahead, sniffing now and then and finding only dust and stale air meeting his nose. He found a pair of rings and a soul gem after poking his nose into a bowl and finding nothing but cobwebs and a bunch of dust. He sneezed when he left the first room, unaware that a bit of cobweb was still clinging to his whiskers. He walked on the left side of a pillar, finding the glint of another ring laying on the floor. His ears cocked, curious if these were even what he was supposed to be picking up. But then again, he hadn’t found anything else of note aside from an impressive collection of…dust.
…maybe he’d find something more interesting in this room yet.
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The little Khajiit’s cheeks puffed, looking up indignantly at the…weird…scaleless…
…
What in the Hist was this thing?
“<S’RUDE tuh not say sorry!>” he snapped, his tail puffing up in anger before the weird thing looked down at him with those creepy eyes. He didn’t back down though, determined to scare this weird creepy…whatever-it-was off. He even bared his teeth, inhaling slowly in a long, dry hiss.
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“The Dunmer? I see them around sometimes in the library. They seem nice enough, and anyone who can talk to Urag without having atronachs summoned shortly afterwards has my respect. I like their hair ribbon too, and their hair looks soft…” J’hasi scratched at his jaw, wincing when he accidentally touched a burn with a claw.
“There’s something different about them, though I really can’t place what, exactly.” He shrugged.
“I wouldn’t mind having a chance to talk to them, as they’re probably less…irksome than some people in this College.”
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